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Black Magic

from Self Titled LP by Novatore

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don't need a budget, I'm above it brought the rugged bars leaving rugged scars upon my enemies with muskets, no discussion, russian AK's they be busting, when i touch the pen the paper, man you know there be a ruckus, see it obvious, your flows are next to godliness but I'ma fuckin atheist, and there's no fuckin place in this world for me and you to live in perfect harmony the harm I see is tragedy to you to me its comedy. To you it's gotta be a god fulfilling prophecy,you pray to rosaries you keep out on the dressers, i make my own luck and elevate to higher form turning led into a golden gun to kill oppressors. i've ascended, levitated to a higher realm, couldn't see me from the highest elm, overwhelmed. mad depressed cause you thought that you was at the helm, oh fuckin well, I'm as cold as ice, hot as hell and I rebel against the cogs, filthy fuckin hogs
run up with the gun up, put 'em down like they was rabid dogs and if you waiting for the hook, you must be peter pan don't hold your breath it never comes like kids in never land, severed hands couldn't be more disconnected than I am to this earth, since my birth I been infected
well connected, well respected, throw you in a well so you can gain some perspective while you neglected, next level shit, son like feces on on an elevator skills be rising vertical but yours be like an escalator, but you aint gotta trip I'm probably 5 years older by the time you reach my age you might be looking at my shoulders, i'm spitting 48 and you won't hesitate to crown me when its over like I said this shit is alchemy, i got a focus you can't fathom if you meditate my mind would probably scare you like vanilla on the balcony, and if I said this shit before I didn't really mean it
no body fuckin with my bars i've become the meanest, the keenest pianist on this earth couldn't match my genius even on the greenest grass philosophers could never beat us- that's my self and I, and when then there's nothin left to buy rap will lose it parasitic leeches while the best survive and we'll sit upon apocalypse debris while we spitting off the dome, steady roasting all these mockeries. Nails filthy, rappers looking like they coal miners gold shiners cooked upon the fire cuz there's no diners
just imagine it, every rapper ravenous not for cash or fame but for lunch cuz no ones having it, but ill be grabbing it right off the flesh, pounds of death be smelling fresh while it burn in up- David Koresh, and who da guessed that id be the best, transmutation like a patient who was smoking on the finest meth

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from Self Titled LP, released January 2, 2016

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